What's with me? "Well, let me see. The only guy I ever loved and ever will love is dead to this world, but is alive and imprisoned somewhere in Tir inna n-Óc. My mom and dad are making me go to a shrink who thinks it's a good idea to pump me full of drugs to stop my so-called hallucinations of Fae. I'm chased by a gang of half-blood haters that look like Grim Reapers on steroids along with their hellhounds of death. I'm then restrained by my aforementioned shrink who sedates me and sends me right into the hands of the aforementioned Grim Reapers. Then I find myself in a cell reminiscent of a medieval dungeon where I discover that the neighboring cell is occupied by another me. Only it's not me, but a portion of me that split into three at the moment of impact the day of the accident that sent me to Tory in the first place. Then to make things interesting, I get tossed into a pit of slime occupied by a gang of cockroaches that like to moonlight as a dragon. And all I ask is a simple question, and instead of getting a simple answer, you ask 'what's with me?'" I cross my arms over my chest and hiss, "That's what's with me."